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A Change In Plans

Nothing ever goes as planned. Right? This past spring I was feeling great, at the peak of my marathon training, when I received the notification that my application for the Great Cranberry Island Ultra had been accepted. I had pretty big plans for this Ultra. It's a BQ'er. I thought that after Sugarloaf, I'd have time to recuperate then come back stronger to BQ on a super course. Funny how my heel had other plans in store for me after I jumped off the paddle board. I had finally wrapped my mind around being able to complete Saturday's 50k with a walk/run, spend a great day with friends and family, feast on a well earned lobster dinner, and camp out on the island that night. I even wrote the blog post about it, yesterday.

Then, shortly after writing that post, I left to pick my daughter up at daycare. As we were leaving, I bent over to tie her shoes, and POP! Then instant pain that brought me to the floor (with tears), and instant swelling of the knee. Then more pain. Awesome.

I came home, iced it, took some ibuprofen, and rested. Hoping it was really just a bad dream.

When I woke up this morning and the knee was still quite swollen and I was feeling discomfort, I knew that my plans for this weekend had changed.

Apparently the running gods are sending me a strong message. I will not be an Ultra Marathoner this weekend.

check out that beauty of a swollen knee over here ^

I'm calling it quits at this point. No GCI for me. I am bummed. More than bummed actually. There were lots of tears today. I had my little pity party. Now I just need to focus on getting better. And I WILL get better.

I do have an appointment with my primary care in the morning. I am fairly certain she will not be able to give me any answers and that I will be referred to a specialist. Which will mean more waiting. Of course.

Omg that is just beyond horrible! You poor thing! Ugh! I hate this! I'm so mad! As you can see I express my fury with fragmented sentences and overuse of punctuation.Really though, this seriously sucks and I am SO SO sorry :-(

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